Choosing A Stroller: The Best Lightweight Strollers!
I found choosing a pushchair to be the most daunting task when emptying our bank balance, choosing the mountains of paraphernalia we bought when we found out we were having a baby the first time around. To be fair, most of it we didn’t actually need, but the pushchair was essential, and the item that Mr W especially, got most excited about. I had a clear image in my head of the kind of pushchair that I wanted, and it looked like the above…
I had romantic visions of this beautiful vintage pushchair, with me, makeup on, hair done, and unlike the lady pictured, dressed in suitably matching vintage clothes. Probably strolling next to the sea… Of course the reality was that hair and makeup is usually never done, vintage clothing is the last thing on your mind, and strolls by the sea are fraught with the baby screaming, constant feeding stops, and you wondering if anyone would notice if you passed out right there and then from sleep deprivation torture. Thank goodness Mr W convinced me that practicality was the key! He spent hours devouring reviews, determined to get the very best carriage for our precious cargo.
I can vividly remember shopping for the first pushchair. The first item to be ticked off the list, that would actually make this a reality-we really would be needing this. We really were becoming parents… I remember the very kind lady who was talking us through the pushchairs, but I felt like I was in a car show room, and zoned out on several occasions. There was loads of language I didn’t understand, and it all just seemed very complicated, and like I would need a user manual/Mr W around constantly to show me how to use anything we brought.
After dropping the dream of the vintage pushchair, and several more reality check conversations from Mr W, and my mum, there was one thing I definitely knew I needed from any pushchair-it had to be lightweight. We moved house halfway through my pregnancy, and with a brain not yet configured to thinking about a baby’s needs constantly, and my own, never, all I thought about when choosing a house, was how much I loved it. When I excitedly took my parents to see it for the first time, instead of the excitement I thought I’d see on my mum’s face, I saw only concern. ‘There’s a flight of steps up to the front door,’ was the first thing she said. ‘Yes,’ I had replied, annoyed, ‘don’t worry about that, what do you think of the house??’ ‘But those steps… How are you going to manage the pushchair? The baby and the pushchair? Shopping, the baby and the pushchair????’ ‘Aaaah, it’ll be easy!’ I continued, still trying to hide my annoyance at her less than enthusiastic first viewing of our house. What were a few steps? But the more pregnant I became, and the more I considered my history of back injuries, the more I hated to admit that my mum had a point… I cared less and less about the look of the pushchair, and more about how easy it was going to be to haul up and down those steps, and get into the car when I was going further afield. Those. Flipping. Steps… Honestly, my post baby, newly insightful to the perils of baby equipment brain, could punch my self-centred old self for not thinking that those steps could be the biggest hindrance in my life ever…
Anyway, back to the
car showroom place where we could spend our life savings on a pushchair. The kind lady showing us the pushchairs humoured my need to try putting every single pushchair in the shop into the boot of our car, one at a time, to see if they fit, and if it was light enough for me. I was suitably British about the whole thing, and apologised every time the shop alarm went off when we took another pushchair outside to try it, and felt guilty, and looked embarrassed, like I was an actual shoplifter.
Finally, we were ready to make our purchase! We found a pushchair that suited Mr W’s need for a pushchair ranked within the top 3 of Which magazine’s rankings, my new found obsession that it be lightweight, and it actually looked ok. Clearly not the impractical vintage affair I was originally after, but it had a slightly less futuristic look about it than some of the other all singing, all dancing pushchairs we had seen. So there you have it, we left with
an Aston Martin One-77 a Mamas and Papas Sola. It was a great pushchair, and I wouldn’t have swapped it for the world! However, I have now had to move onto the perils of the double pushchair. The double pushchair, and Those Steps-it was never going to be a happy relationship, was it? I have sworn under my breath at my double pushchair daily, since the day it arrived. Gone were all the old prerequisites we had, the only thing on my mind when buying the double, was, could it fit through the front door? Battles of a double pushchair is literally a whole new blog post in itself, but, readers, soon… Soon I think the day is coming where I can get rid of it, and return to our now worn out Sola!
For anyone at the same stage as us, when we were reading reviews, obsessing over comparison sites, and stopping unwitting bypassers to question them on their satisfaction with their pushchair purchase, the folks over at Babies Lounge , a site run and put together by an experienced parent, have put together lists of the top recommendations for the products parents most need to buy! No sifting, searching, and freaking out, just real recommendations from real mums. If, like us, lightweight was top of your list of must haves in a pushchair, then you can check out their recommendations for the best lightweight pushchairs around, here!
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